I mean, I guess.

This week, I really wonder what my grandfather actually did at the NSA.

I'm going out with a friend tonight, and that means I have to go take a shower now, when what I really want to do is nap. Life is so hard.

I keep reminding myself--I never feel worse after a shower--95% of the time I feel better. But, damn, it's hard sometimes to clear that hurdle. Except I put it off to a point where I'm almost running screaming into the water.

So fresh and so clean clean--sing it.

I just got an ad for a camera-lens mug that was 12.4 oz.

TOO SMALL. And, shit, I am late with a WWF play.

The few times I have felt worse after a shower, I knew something was really wrong. OTOH, sometimes getting wet just seems like a lot of trouble, especially if the other option is sleeping.

My quickly thrown together lunch is turning into a thing that won't be ready soon. Alas. But Operation Lawncare, from which I am taking a break to cook and eat, is going fine. I'm trying to look at it as a longer break than I planned rather than a longer wait to eat...

I'm at lunch with Nora, and you're not!

Yeah, well while you were at lunch with Nora, *I* had the privilege of hosting 8 6-year-old boys in my backyard all hopped up on pizza and cake and armed with water balloons. So...actually I'm pretty jealous.

My lunch involved pork pate, which is new to me. It's fairly peppery, which makes me note--capsicum peppers are increasingly not good for me and my stomach, but the peppercorn peppers are still fine. I can crank those up to a nice pungent mouth feel, and I don't end up with an immediate stomach ache.

Kate, I've never done a flea dip, but back when my house had fleas so bad they were biting my feet when I was sitting for any length of time, I went old school with the bowl of soapy water with the lamp shining down on it, causing the fleas to jump in and drown (this was my childhood entertainment, watching them hop on into their suffocating deaths).

Never done a flea dip. But maybe if it's so bad it might be worth your while to bomb your house. Seal your cabinets where the eating things are (pantry and dishware). I've never done it myself, but it's what my parents used to do. Then run everything through the dishwasher if you have one.

Tom and I had all the fun. Beers, lunch, beers, and then more beers. Tom got to see some crazy Cajuns in action and witness my total blissout at the world's uber-geekiest beer bar (Torst in Brooklyn.)

Yay! We missed you, Jessica! And also Vortex. But we managed to carry on.

My lunch was an attempt to make bell peppers palatable to me. Which didn't work out so well, but at least that bell pepper is no longer hanging out in my fridge taunting me.

Eta: yay for Tom and Nora good times! That sounds amazing!

These "Nothing beats Astronaut" ads just make me think "What about Caveman?"

I can't be the only one.